And I’m very proud of it.
In this dream I was as I am IRL- a 40-year-old single mom that works. Except in the dream I was also going to college, which happened to be located with my IRL workplace. Convenient, no? Various cast members of my IRL work were in it, including my batshit-crazy supervisor. This is the dream:
I meet a very hot male college student- he is probably 20 or so. I’m not usually into younger guys, but this was a Zac Efron type, the kind of boy who makes you want to have his babies just from looking at him. One day I walked up to him and started a conversation and flirted with him, and then we started having sex. And it was good. I felt like the luckiest person- his smooth lean frame, his 20-year-old skin… and the boy could satisfy- it was awesome. I was bragging to everyone- I stood around with my coworkers talking about how great it was and wondered aloud if he and his kind even knew how beautiful they were, so young and sweet and uncomplicated and trusting. I wrote out on a piece of paper that he and I were having consenual no-strings-attached sex and that it was good to both of us, for my supervisor’s approval. Mind you, I already knew that I didn’t need her approval, because he was part of my school life only, not my work life, but I just wanted to make sure she knew- I was bragging again! Now I understand why so cougars are out there!
Then I started the same kind of relationship with his brother, who is not his twin but somehow around the same age (legal, anyway! ha). That, too, was awesome. The dream lasted forever- it even resumed at least twice after I briefly awoke! There were no bad or scary or uncomfortable parts to it, and it’s unusual for me to have a dream that is completely good and satisfying with no uncomfortable elements. Even when my coworkers were trying to harsh my mellow by speculating on my lovers’ likelihood of having similar relations with their female college student counterparts, I was still so chill. “I don’t care if they have sex with other people”, I said, “I don’t want relationships with them. I’m just having sex with them. As long as they continue to use condoms, I’m good!”
That is officially my best dream ever. Coincidentally, I missed my daily dose of Effexor yesterday.
A few years ago I had a string of very poor luck in which I would be having erotic dreams, which I very rarely have, and – and this for several nights over a span of a month or so – every time, just as, say, the hunky frat boys would be showing up at The Local Gay Guy’s door for part of their initiation challenge, my useless ex would telephone IRL and wake me up.
Naturally, it was 4-dimensional. All sex & other activity is 4-dimensional, because Time is the 4th dimension. We are always thrusting forward through Time, whether we dream it or experience it; 3-dimensional sex would mean you’re frozen in place, or trapped under a microscope slide, which is a lot less common than natural 4-dimensional sex.
That’s awesome. My sex dreams usually end or go off on a weird tangent before I can get to the sex part. The weirdest sex dream I ever had was when I dreamed I was kissing myself. That is, there were two of me, and we started making out, and my consciousness sort of flickered back and forth from one me to the other. It turns out that I’m a great kisser.
On topic, I can’t remember any sex dream I’ve ever had that got anywhere–all mine tend to end at or before second base.
More common are dreams of people who vaguely resemble people I know, only with different styles/attributes to bring them more in line with any “she’d be so much hotter if she _____” thoughts. Even that is a rarity.
Doubly weird are that any dreams I have with any intimate time at all are never of people I know or know of, they’re always created out of whole cloth.
I’ve been trying to figure out what this dream meant, as all dreams are supposed to mean something other than what they seem. It wasn’t so much about the sex, although that was great- what I remember most about the dream was the perception of these young men, to me, as so intensely beautiful and, well, young. I’m sure it probably has something to do with me accepting getting older, losing my youth but still able to appreciate it, or something like that. I’d always been kind of puzzled about the whole cougar phenomenon, but now I understand it.
I don’t know of any good evidence that dreams in general have any kind of deeper meaning, or that elements of them are symbolic of other things. Nice idea, but that doesn’t mean it’s true.
I’d say the dream means that you have a libido and you find younger men attractive.
*Give yourself over to absolute pleasure
Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
Erotic nightmares beyond any measure
And sensual daydreams to treasure forever
But no, I’ve never found younger men attractive. Definitely not the cougar type. I like men my own age or slightly older, big with lots of body hair and muscles, not slender, hairless young boys. Put it this way- if I were a gay man, I’d be into bears, not twinks.
I’ve never had floor-dimensional sex, though.
